The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs Chapter 65: Belated Regret

As soon as morning broke, the Crimson tribe’s hunting party began packing up to continue their journey. Zale estimated that it would take them about three to four more days to reach the tribe.

Walter walked while using a toothbrush to clean his teeth. Aaron, having forgotten his pain after a good sleep, started hovering around Walter again, helping him carry his water pouch. He refused multiple tis to no avail, so Walter had to let Aaron be.

Christian looked at Walter’s complexion, noticing it was even paler than yesterday, and couldn’t help but step forward and say: "How about I carry you? My claws are a bit dull, but I still have enough strength to carry a Sub-Beast. Your wound seems to have gotten worse."

Walter spat out the water he was using to rinse his mouth, wiped his face and mouth with an animal skin cloth, and then replied to Christian: "Thank you, but there is no need. We will be back at the tribe in a few days, and by then Kae... the High Priest will treat ."

He originally intended to say Kaelen, but as the words reached his lips, Walter corrected himself just in ti. Christian was still not very reassured; he hesitated for a mont and then deliberately fell behind to wait for Anthony. Anthony walked up from behind, his gaze sweeping past Christian, and was about to continue walking past him when Christian suddenly called out:

"Hey, are you Walter’s lover?"

Anthony’s four tiger paws suddenly lost control; they stepped on each other, causing his body to stumble and nearly fall flat on his face. He steadied himself, his heart pounding like a drum. What was Christian talking about? Who was whose lover? Nonsense!

Annoyed, Anthony bared his fangs at Christian: "Who is lovers with him? If you speak any more nonsense, I will bite you to death!"

Christian frowned, truly unable to understand this tiger’s thought process. The possessiveness Anthony had for Walter was obvious even to soone who had just joined the team like Christian; could it be that he had thought wrong?

Anthony prioritized taking care of that seemingly weaker Rabbit clan Sub-Beast; could it be that that was the person Anthony liked?

Incorrect! Christian shook his head. As an observant beastman, he absolutely did not see how Anthony liked that Rabbit clan Sub-Beast, because Anthony’s gaze was always fixed on Walter. If any beastman walked within two steps of Walter, they would be pierced by Anthony’s glare.

Furthermore, Christian was certain of one thing: Walter liked Anthony, and he even assud that this couple was just sulking with each other. Tsk, how confusing...

"Ah, so you are not? I am sorry, I thought you two were lovers. I was going to tell you to give the prey you are carrying so you could carry Walter. His wound has gotten worse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony’s tiger face pressed close to Christian’s, his tiger eyes widening like bronze bells: "Who did you say is injured?"

Christian looked dumbfounded: "Huh? Walter! He is injured, didn’t you know? That doesn’t make sense, you stared at him for so long and didn’t realize he was injured?!"

Christian’s last syllable pitched high, looking at Anthony as if he were an idiot. Finally, he understood; this stupid tiger completely did not know that he liked the other person and the other person liked him too, yet Anthony kept walking close to another Sub-Beast, causing their relationship to freeze over. He decisively rolled his eyes at Anthony, silently cursed "idiot," and then hurried towards Walter.

The words "he is injured" struck the top of Anthony’s head like a sledgehamr. Ever since the day of their argunt, Walter had always intentionally walked at the edge of the group, maintaining a safe distance from all the Crimson tribe beastn, especially Anthony. Everyone had minor wounds after the battle with the magic wolves, and the sll of blood mixed with dicine created a confusing scent, so no one noticed that Walter was injured.

Anthony was extrely remorseful. He had seen Walter change into a different shirt that day, and he had also slled the faint scent of blood and dicine when approaching Walter and Zale. He had thought Walter changed his shirt because he was covered in magic beast blood, and that the dicine sll belonged to Zale. It turned out the injured person was Walter!

Christian hadn’t taken more than a few steps before a white blur brushed past him. By the ti he recovered his senses, Anthony had already shifted into his human form, blocking Walter’s path. Aaron had already tucked his tail and hidden behind the legs of an elderly beastman from their tribe. He was truly speechless at that Fox. Aaron was clearly a beastman, yet he was more cowardly than a mouse.

"Walter... are you injured?" Anthony’s voice trembled, his large hand reaching out mid-air wanting to touch him, but not daring to land. His panicked gaze swept over Walter’s pale complexion, remorse surging in his chest: "Why... didn’t you tell ?"

Anthony’s questioning tone, laced with distress, was a bit loud, attracting everyone’s attention. The Crimson beastn only just realized it in astonishnt. They unanimously stopped in their tracks and gathered around Walter to ask how he was doing. Caleb, who had been put down by Andrew along with the group of new tribe Sub-Beasts, ground his teeth in anger.

Anthony’s thoughts had originally been stirred by Caleb, but due to the appearance of these newcors, his attention was placed back on Walter. All of Caleb’s secret efforts during this ti were considered wasted. Failing to get close to the beastman warriors ant having no chance to interact with the higher-ups of the Crimson tribe. If he could not dig up any useful information, what awaited him was death.

On the other side, Walter was slightly stunned by Anthony’s questioning, and then his face turned cold: "It has nothing to do with you!"

He looked at the group surrounding him and forced a smile: "I am fine, I won’t delay the journey, everyone just continue on the way."

"No!" Anthony said loudly: "Your complexion is too poor, has the wound gotten infected? Let see it quickly."

Panicked, Walter tightly hugged his waist, dodging Anthony’s reaching hand. Was this idiot planning to strip off his shirt right in front of the crowd?

At this mont, the Sub-Beast responsible for taking care of the little Silver Fox suddenly spoke up: "Let check him, I know how to heal."

Zale, at the front of the group, had also made his way over. Hearing this, he imdiately said: "Then we will trouble you. Walter, go back there so he can check your wound, don’t let anything happen before we return to the tribe."

Walter nodded, leading the other Sub-Beast behind a large ancient tree. Andrew and another striped Tiger beastman stood with their backs to them, silently standing guard. Anthony looked at Zale with red eyes: "Why didn’t you tell he was injured?"

Zale sneered with full contempt: "Did you let speak? Who was it that jumped up when they saw supporting Walter? You even pointed right at Walter’s face and scolded him for not knowing his boundaries. Why should I tell a simple-minded, all-brawn-and-no-brains idiot like you?"

Anthony was furious enough to twist his mouth, but not a single word Zale said was wrong, so he could only dejectedly lower his head. At this ti, the newcors also understood the reason why the two Sub-Beasts in this group were treated worlds apart.

Colton, the most sharp-tongued Sub-Beast among the newcors, suddenly opened his mouth to mock:

"Oh, I was wondering why Walter was walking so far away from everyone, it turns out he was scolded by soone for having no sense of sha. But I find it strange. They are both Sub-Beasts, yet that intact Rabbit clan guy without a single scratch gets carried on a beastman’s back, and constantly sticks close to the beastn, so why hasn’t anyone among you had any objections to that?"

All eyes focused on the Crimson tribe beastn, causing everyone’s faces to turn bright red. A Leopard clan beastman mumbled softly: "But Walter is very strong..."

Colton imdiately pouted: "But he is a Sub-Beast. Even if he is stronger than you beastn, he is still a Sub-Beast! Just because he is strong doesn’t an he doesn’t know how to hurt!"

Christian tugged at Colton’s arm, gesturing for him to stop talking. Colton coldly snorted and turned his face away, no longer looking at these foolish people. He had made up his mind; once they reached a safe place, he absolutely would not let his clansn join Crimson. Spending ti with these stupid tigers for a long ti, their group might just beco stupid as well.

While everyone was arguing, behind the tree trunk, Walter was biting his teeth tightly to let the other Sub-Beast treat his wound. The Sub-Beast bandaged it while saying: "Your dicine is good dicine. It is a pity that you have been busy these past few days and aggravated the wound, luckily it is only a little swollen and hasn’t festered yet."

That Sub-Beast was around the sa age as Walter’s Papa, so he treated Walter like his own offspring. He couldn’t help but lightly scold: "You, tell , why would a Sub-Beast roll around with those beastn? When they get injured, they might heal without even applying dicine, but we Sub-Beasts are different, if you are not careful you could even lose your life..."

Hearing the Sub-Beast’s nagging, Walter felt as if he were looking at his Papa, and his eye sockets stung slightly. He sniffled and said: "I am not content to sit at ho, I just want to do sothing to contribute to the tribe." He wanted to learn from Kaelen, proving his own worth, not wanting to sit still in the future and let others pluck his wing feathers.

The Sub-Beast sighed and shook his head. He didn’t understand the mindset of the youth, but after several days of observation, he had to admit that Walter was unlike other Sub-Beasts. He had sharp thinking and talents no less than a beastman; if he only lingered around the tribe making handicrafts or digging for wild vegetables, it would indeed be a huge waste.

"Done. From now on, do not engage in strenuous physical activity, this wound cannot withstand any more tornt."

The Sub-Beast helped Walter pull his shirt down, and the two walked out together. Andrew and the guarding beastman stood very close to them, so they clearly heard every word the two had spoken. Andrew hurriedly ran over, fawningly saying to Walter:

"Walter, shall I carry you? Don’t listen to that idiot Anthony spouting nonsense, we don’t mind how you are at all. Truly!"

The other beastman also said: "That’s right, we don’t mind one bit. Are you thirsty, shall I get so water for you?"

The others also huddled closer, vying to express their friendliness towards Walter. Walter looked through the crowd of beastn toward Anthony, no longer seeing the anger in his eyes when he stood near other beastn like before. He lowered his eyelashes, smiling bitterly.

He had already said he didn’t care anymore, so why did he keep minding the way Anthony looked at him. Anyway, he only liked soft and gentle beastn like Caleb...